Calypso

" 'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves "

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"I Just Keep On Going, Too Beautiful To Be Broken."

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☆ She/Her

☆ 27 yrs old

☆ Calypso "Laurel" Dos Santos

☆ Cis-Femme

☆ Pan-Poly

☆ 5'4"

☆ Has a chubby, short, curvy figure

☆ Has nose, lip, tongue, ear, and snake bite piercings

☆ Has a sweet, charming, loving, confidant, and fun personality

☆ Typically shouts when upset

☆ Is Greek-Brazilian

☆ Can speak Greek, Brazilian-Portuguese, and English

☆ Has a Brazilian-Portuguese accent

☆ Is currently dating Gabriel and Carl

☆ Currently lives with The Royal Court of Princess Donut

Likes, dislikes, skills, dream:

☆ Likes: Make-up, fashion, herbology, reading, and music

☆ Dislikes: Killing, math, and bugs

☆ Skills: Combat, stealth, negotiation, persuasion, medicine, insight, survival, and acrobatics

Health:

☆ Mental: Not good.

☆ Physical: hEDS, joint pain, chronic CFS leaks, pinched nerves

☆ Disorders: PTSD, ADHD, BPD, ODD, Hypersexuality, GAD

Extra:

☆ Fears: Losing her partners, dying, becoming an NPC

☆ Voice Claim: Penelope (EPIC)

☆ Character personalities: Garcia (CM), Rapunzle (Disney), Mitsuri (KNY), Penelope (EPIC)

☆ Songs: For the girls, crank, bubble gum, nasty, hoes depressed, speed drive, take your shirt off, glory box, wet, let down, i bet on losing dogs, francis forever, me and my husband, pool stripped, valentina, forwards beckon rebound, die your daughter, slipping through my fingers, you're a big girl now, i love you i'm sorry, exit music for a film, black hair, fake plastic trees, anthems for a seventeen year old girl

☆ Trustworthiness: High, she's a very good ally to have

Fun Facts:

☆ Can bench-press her boyfriends

☆ Wants to work as a model

☆ Is going to try and get her masters

Base Stats, Race, & Class:

Base Stats: ☆ Strength: 25 ☆ Intelligence: 15 ☆ Constitution: 20 ☆ Dexterity: 23 ☆ Charisma: 50

Race and Class: ☆ Faerie ☆ Bard (Colleges of Dance and Glamour)

Picrew:

Before Floor Three

After Floor Three

Backstory:

It was morning when the dungeons opened where Calypso was. She'd been exploring around one of the smaller islands in Athens, listing to music and designing outfits for herself based on the ruins. She knew the best times to show up to avoid tourists, always being able to visit alone or with at most three others around. It was calm, the perfect start to a beautiful day. Until the building behind her was sucked into the ground, leaving her stranded. She didn't know what was going on and was hesitant to enter the dungeon, but she entered anyways. Quickly she met her game guide (a barbarian-orc named Morgor who towered over her) and he explained everything to her, albeit decently slow. She asked if someone from California would be close to her current location, but he shook his head. She thanked him for his help and hugged him before setting out to go find the person she was dying to see: Gabriel.

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I'm So Lucky, Lucky. I'm So Lucky, Lucky.

Dungeon Crawler Carl OC Fic

Floor two. Calypso sighed as she wandered throughout halls, the sterile white paths and orange lichen mocking her and her fellow crawlers. She didn't know how to fare with the fact that she was being watched by aliens. It deeply concerned her, filling her with a sense of dread that any and everyone could watch her die at any given moment.

She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding and made her way down a new hallway she'd never seen. She marked every hallway she went down with a swipe of her lipstick on the walls, she couldn't afford to get lost, not with only a day left and having not found a stairwell yet.

She watched the recap episode every night, admiring the crawlers who fought tooth and nail for their stairwells. They were so much braver than her, but she'd never voice that aloud for fear of the game makers targeting her.

A nearby noise caught her attention. She stopped where she was and slowly walked backwards, peaking her head down a dark, narrow hall she'd missed.

"Hello?" She called. She knew it was stupid to call out into the dungeon, but she prayed it was another (hopefully sane) crawler who could help her. "Please be human. Please be human." She silently pleaded, her thoughts desperate.

Unfortunately for her, a cackle that sounded as far from humanly possible emanated from the darkness. "Fuck." She looked ahead as a figure stepped out from the darkness. A level 4 goblin. It eyed her, then eyed her heels, and smirked. It tossed a small, curved knife from one hand to the other, repeating the motions as it slowly slinked forward.

"Guess we're doing this."

She turned and ran, sprinting as fast as she could down the hall; her heels making a loud clack! clack! clack! as she ran. She could hear the goblin's laughter from behind her as it slowly gained on her. Why hadn't she worn her running heels?!

She ran and ran, doing her best to put some distance between her and the goblin. But, due to her lack of running heels, she was slower than she usually would be; the goblin picking up pace as her feet began to burn with pain.

Just as she began to slow, her heel caught on something, sending her falling to the ground. The goblin smirked, slowing as she slowly collected herself, stunned by the fall. "Hehe. I hoped I'd get lucky today, just didn't realize I'd get this lucky." It smirked, voice dripping with something disgusting.

The goblin, gripping his knife tight, lunged towards her, ready to cut her up. "No! Get away!" She shrieked, kicking him away. The goblin, being only level 4, slammed back against the wall and hit his head, falling dead to the ground.

She stayed like that for a moment, eyeing the corpse to ensure he was dead before getting up. She made her way over and looted his corpse, muttering quiet 'sorry's as she did so.

She made note of the achievements and notifications she had received from her "fight". Though, she decided that she'd look at those when she got to the safe room she knew was just around the corner. Thank god for lipstick markings.

- - -

After entering the safe room, she ensured that she ate something before reading her achievements. And luckily, the bopca behind the Jack-In-The-Box counter was in a nice enough mood to make her some gyros. It was warm and vibrant, filling her with a sense of comfort she hadn't felt since before she entered the dungeons.

The bopca took away her plate after she'd finished eating, bringing her a shirley temple she'd requested when she placed her order. She gave him a smile as he walked away. She took a sip then looked to her interface.

She had five new achievements, one of them being a legendary survivors box while another was a gold lucky bastard's box. She shrugged, figuring that her 'fight' had been dumb enough for the system AI to take pity on her.

She then began opening her boxes. Most of them contained torches and mama potions, the usual stuff. But what she was excited for were her gold and legendary boxes. She opened them with a small smile, hoping they would be something good.

Gold Lucky Bastard's box! Enchanted Bracelet of the Fey Court. The fey are a trickster race and honestly really annoying to be around with their constant pranks and name stealing. But they do make hella good jewelry. This bracelet was forged by a mostly sane Fey blacksmith and imbued with a small bit of his magic. The bracelet allows for safe passage through Fairy Class Type areas, letting all Fairy Class mobs and NPCs know that you have been chosen by Alder Sylvan, the charming blacksmith. +5 Charisma +2 Intellegence +Protection from Fairy Flass mobs and NPCs Warning: Goblins will now deal 20% more damage

Huh. That was interesting. She examined the Moss Agate and Rainbow Moonstone bracelet shimmered beneath the shitty fast food florescent lights. It glowed slightly with an ancient magic that seemed to call to her.

She put on the bracelet, noting the small septigram charm that hung from it as she turned her attention to her final box: the Legendary Survivors Box.

Legendary Survivors Box! Barbie Vehical Set. You really thought after that pitiful "fight" we'd give you something fun? Ha! You thought. Or maybe. There is something special about this. Find out the on floor three.

That last part threw her off guard, confusing and concerning her to no end. Taking a glance up at the timer, she saw she only had 20 hours left. 20 hours to find a stairwell, fight a boss, and make it down to floor 3 alive.

She just hoped that last reward would actually be useful.

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